My Entire Soul Is A Cry, And

Each Man Must Have His Own Special Route To Lead Him To God.

Every Word Is An Adamantine Shell Which Encloses A Great Explosive Force. To Discover Its Meaning You Must Let It Burst Inside You Like A Bomb And In This Way Liberate The Soul Which It Imprisons.

God Changes His Appearance Every Second. Blessed Is The Man Who Can Recognize Him In All His Disguises.

How Does The Light Of A Star Set Out And Plunge Into Black Eternity In Its Immortal Course? The Star Dies, But The Light Never Dies; Such Also Is The Cry Of Freedom.

The Masses Do Not See The Sirens. They Do Not Hear Songs In The Air. Blind, Deaf, Stooping, They Pull At Their Oars In The Hold Of The Earth. But The More Select, The Captains, Harken To A Siren Within Them...and Royally Squander Their Lives With Her.